Biography:
Ben Haggerty, also know as Macklemore is an emcee from Seattle, Washington that often shows up the larger acts he opens for in the city. At his own shows he keeps the audience going, no matter how small the crowd.
On his debut album, The Language of My World, Macklemore drafts a lyrical landscape of classic proportions. This record is teeming with energy and ambition, serving as a fitting debut for one of this country's most promising young artists.
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Other songs:
- And We Danced
- Can't Hold Us
- Fallin
- Otherside
- Othersidee
- Same Love
- Thift Shop
- Thrift Shop
- Wings
- Same Love (feat. Mary Lambert)
- A Wake
- Cant Hold Us
- Cowboy Boots
- Excavate
- Glorious
- Good Old Days
- Intentions
- Irish Celebration
- Marmalade
- My Oh My
- Starting Over
- Ten Thousand Hours
- The End
- Wednesday Morning
- White Walls
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Capo 1st fret
Chords (relative to capo):
G Cadd9 C D
e[ 3 3 0 2
b[ 3 3 1 3
g[ 0 0 2 2
D[ 0 2 0 0
a[ 2 3 3 0
E[ 3 - - -
[Intro]
G
And we drink and get older
C
And some of us even try to get sober
G
Now here's to the assholes and the last calls
D
Well, city kids, you get what you ask for
[Bridge]
G
And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me
C
Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories
G
Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me
D
Sit around a table and use those years as the centerpiece
[Hook 2x:]
G Cadd9 G
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
C
Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
G Cadd9 G
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
D
Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
Verses repeat : G C G D
[Verse 1]
Hold on to what you were, forget what you're not
The streets were ours that summer, at least those two blocks
Reminisce on those days, I guess that's OK, you wonder why
Some grow up, move on, close the chapter, live separate lives
The twenty-something confusion before the suit and tie
Strangers become mistakes but those mistakes made you feel alive
Hindsight is vibrant, reality: rarely lit
Memory's a collage pasted to the glue that barely sticks
Good Lord, they broke all my shields
Locked bathroom doors, graffiti, and high heels
Until you felt that altitude you don't know how high feels
Party mountain, some don't ever come down from around here
To be young again, I guess it's relative
The camel lights, the whiskey rye, sink into the skin
I fantasize about a second win
Grow a moustache, pick up another bad habit and let the games begin
[Hook 2x]
[Verse 2]
So here's to the nights, dancing with the band
Strangers into girlfriends from a one night stand
Brought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny Cash
You could bring a receipt to Heaven but you cannot take it back
And this is life, this is real, even when it feels like it isn't
I'd be a goddamn liar to say at times I didn't miss it
So deuces, I turn my back as I walk into the distance
Dip my feet in every once in a while, just to say I visit
Come and hold onto these nights
Trying to find our way home by the street light
Over time you figure out this is me, right
Learn a lot about your friends right around two A.M
Chords (relative to capo):
G Cadd9 C D
e[ 3 3 0 2
b[ 3 3 1 3
g[ 0 0 2 2
D[ 0 2 0 0
a[ 2 3 3 0
E[ 3 - - -
[Intro]
G
And we drink and get older
C
And some of us even try to get sober
G
Now here's to the assholes and the last calls
D
Well, city kids, you get what you ask for
[Bridge]
G
And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me
C
Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories
G
Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me
D
Sit around a table and use those years as the centerpiece
[Hook 2x:]
G Cadd9 G
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
C
Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
G Cadd9 G
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
D
Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
Verses repeat : G C G D
[Verse 1]
Hold on to what you were, forget what you're not
The streets were ours that summer, at least those two blocks
Reminisce on those days, I guess that's OK, you wonder why
Some grow up, move on, close the chapter, live separate lives
The twenty-something confusion before the suit and tie
Strangers become mistakes but those mistakes made you feel alive
Hindsight is vibrant, reality: rarely lit
Memory's a collage pasted to the glue that barely sticks
Good Lord, they broke all my shields
Locked bathroom doors, graffiti, and high heels
Until you felt that altitude you don't know how high feels
Party mountain, some don't ever come down from around here
To be young again, I guess it's relative
The camel lights, the whiskey rye, sink into the skin
I fantasize about a second win
Grow a moustache, pick up another bad habit and let the games begin
[Hook 2x]
[Verse 2]
So here's to the nights, dancing with the band
Strangers into girlfriends from a one night stand
Brought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny Cash
You could bring a receipt to Heaven but you cannot take it back
And this is life, this is real, even when it feels like it isn't
I'd be a goddamn liar to say at times I didn't miss it
So deuces, I turn my back as I walk into the distance
Dip my feet in every once in a while, just to say I visit
Come and hold onto these nights
Trying to find our way home by the street light
Over time you figure out this is me, right
Learn a lot about your friends right around two A.M
Mad Love
Mad Season
Madalina Manole
Madame Kay
Madame Monsieur